The rhythmic swish of a buffing machine resounded through the quiet barracks. The only two people awake on this floor was one fire guard and a DI. The other recruit that was posted at the end of the hallway was supposed to be watching the operator on the buffer. His head would occasionally droop and his eyes would struggle to stay open. The eyes that were on Kano belonged to a certain Drill Instructor and she was watching him as he buffed the floor.
The frustrated woman sat on a couch in her office, her pants unbuttoned and pushed down a few inches to allow her hand enough room to press into her honey pot. Her mind kept replaying the events of earlier today. Hoff had controlled their match to a T. He had played her body like violin, making a concerto of movements that served to frustrate her to no end. Every strike, every kick, every attack she sent at him, it was like he was reading a book. This young man had dominated their battle and in turn had dominated her. She was supposed to be in charge and on top, not some boot. Yet the thought of how he had played her continued to echo.
Each time she looked out of the slightly ajar door, she could see him there. His biceps shaking as he pushed the buffer this way and that and the feel of those biceps on her chest was forever etched in her mind. He had dodge a palm strike and grabbed her wrist, using her own momentum to twist her around and into a chokehold, her own forearm had been pressed into her neck. Her chest heaved as her fingers fluttered over her most sensitive areas.
She had tried to slam her elbow into his ribs as a reposte, but at the last instant he had used his hip to launch himself backward off of her. She had felt his hardness pressed between her cheeks and the red that came to her face had thankfully been mistaken for adrenaline. Her breath quickened as she began to massage at her secret place in a furious manner, an atempt to burn away the shame and embarrasement she had felt all day, as well as no small amount of desire. The young man was still slowly and methodically buffing away at the floor, she watched hungrily as his powerful core hardened and relaxed with every sway of the machine.
She recalled how she had jumped and sent a kick right at his face, but he had managed to dodge forward, inside her attack, using his face to smash into her pelvis and knocking her back. No one else but he and her knew that he had taken that quick chance to bite at her crotch. The very thought of his mouth on her honey hole caused her to moan quietly and her fingers began to dig deeper into herself.
Little did she know, the young man had been secretly watching her the whole time. He wondered if he should join her, but decided it was best to let her have her moment. He would simply cherish the scent of her when his face had been buried between her legs during their match.
'Some fruits are better left untouched.' he thought as he continued with his machinations. In all actuality he had finished the floor long ago, but he really wanted to see the end of the show his drill instructor was putting on. That and he was pretty sure the sound of the buffer was covering her little noises. If he stopped, he was afraid she would too.
Kano kept watching until he saw her body shake and her eyes slipped into a dazed state. Her shoulders relaxed and a sigh escaped those cherry lips. He smiled and licked his own lips as he imagined the taste of the sweet nectar that must be flowing between her thighs right now. As his eyes drank in her satiated figure, he wished it was his hands instead. As he moved up her body and to that perfect face, he caught his breath as his eyes locked onto hers, and hers to his.
For that instant, neither moved, not even dated to breathe. Kano slowly broke into a smile and gave her a sly wink, then began to wrap up the chord of the buffer and acted as if nothing happened. He knew nothing could come of this. As much as he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, he knew better. With a heavy sigh he finished up and smacked his head against the wall as he heard a door close. Unknown to him, the woman he was thinking about was having similar thoughts. A hint of disappointment mixed in with the surge of relief that blossomed in her chest. Still, a small amount of pleasure gave a bounce to her step as she dressed herself, the memory of her caught in the throes of passion will be in his mind, of that she was certain.
***
Kano stepped outside of the barracks and hurled the bag of trash into the bin and stretched. Stepping back inside he checked on his laundry, the only good thing about fire guard duty, laundry is so much easier when everyone is asleep. He pulled his phone out and checked out the internet. Nothing new really, just the same old memes and thots.
Then his messenger popped up with a notification.
-hey you
He smiled as he saw it was Tiffany.
-Hey yourself. Shouldn't you be asleep?
-could ask you the same
-Fireguard.
-ah. makes sense. more than me
-What's wrong?
...
He watched and could not help but grin as he watched the typing icon flash. A sudden idea struck him and he took a selfie of himself acting like he was impatiently waiting. He sent it and waited.
Soon a picture of her in her bunk appeared. He saw her cute face all scrunched up in a silly face. Laughing he took one of him as he was. Honesty was best, they say. They continued sending random pictures back and forth. As he laughed at one of her pictures, his phone slipped from his fingers and bounced on the floor, a flash happened and he was blind for a moment. As his vision returned, he reached down and picked up his phone. Looking it over, he noticed no cracks or damage, but he did notice that as he was inspecting, he had sent something. It was the photo he took by accident...
'I wonder what it was.' He touched the thumbnail and was surprised that it was an upskirt of himself. He turned red as he had no underwear on under his shorts.
'Well, too late now.'
...
'That typing icon again.'
Then it came. The response. It was a picture. She had taken another selfie. It was a close up of her mouth. Her tongue was sliding against her upper lip in a rather sensual manner.
-Oh, did you like what you saw?
Another picture, her finger was now at her lips and her tongue was wrapped rather lavisciously around it.
"Oh damn." he gasped aloud at the erotic scene.
And another, her lips locked around her finger, only her knuckles visible to his eyes. He immediately replaced her finger with a piece of his own anatomy and a heady sigh escaped his lips.
-your turn
-How am I going to compet wiht that
-haha, broke your concntrtion good to know I can do that to yu
-Girl, you do a lot to me.
-show me
Without another thought he looked at his shorts and the tent he had pitched there. A small dark spot had even appeared at its peak. He snapped a pic and sent it as fast as he could.
-oooh. nice size. but is it really that big
Kano growled in frustration and thought of the best way to take a dick pic. He snapped his fingers as an idea came to mind. Pulling up his shirt, he revealed some washboard abs. 'Hmm. That's new. I guess I never looked at myself in the mirror since mastering
A new message arrived, a video! He feverishly tapped play and his foot tapped impatiently as the buffer icon flashed. Finally he was able to see Tiffany. Her finger, wet with saliva, was tracing down her neck, past her collarbone and he thanked the Master that she wore a tank top to sleep in. The video ended just as her finger came to rest between two glorious mounds.
"Oh come on, babe. Dont tease me like that!"
he hissed. "Alright, two can play at that game."
Kano tapped the video call button and waited. Soon it picked up and a shocked Tiffany appeared on his screen.
"What are you thinking?" she whispered at the screen.
Kano grinned evil and licked his lips. He placed his phone down and leaned it against the wall so it faced him. His shirt came off and he started exercising. He wanted her to see each and every muscle on his body and from the hungry look in her eye, so did she. Her delicate tongue flicked out and across her lips as she watched.
"Pull em down. I want to know what you're working with," she breathely whispered.
Kano considered himself a gentleman, so he complied with the lady's request. Her eyes widened in shock and quite a bit of eagerness. Glancing down, he realized it was bigger than it used to be. 'And Bill said there would be downsides to mastery.'
He slowly began to stroke his shaft as she watched. To his pleasant surprise, she lowered her phone down her body and under her shorts. A perfectly shaved mons greeted his view and his eyes became glued to the screen as he watched a slender finger sneak past. The best part of the show was just out of sight and with the slow and sensual movements of her hand, he knew that he was missing out. Occasionally he caught the edge of her hood before it disappeared out of range, but it became more frequent as her hand grew a little more excited. He could see her abdomen begin to flex and shudder then the camera slid back up to her flushed face. She kissed at the camera and waved before ending the call.
Kano sat there stunned. "Damn! I love this bitch!"